Chapter 005

Amma’s Point of View

"What’s wrong with her?" 

The door clicks shut, and Evander’s voice cuts through the room. He walks back toward the bed, his massive shoulders throwing a long shadow over my daughter's small frame. His dark eyes flick from me to Isadora with curiosity. 

Mirabel doesn't even look up from her clipboard. She just keeps clicking her pen, ignoring him. 

"I asked you a question, Omega," Evander all but growls. 

The air in the room suddenly grows thick. The suffocating pressure of his Alpha command ripples outward, a silent wave of power meant to force any lower-ranking wolf to their knees. A normal Omega would have been trembling on the floor by now. 

Mirabel doesn't even flinch. She just sighs, adjusts her stethoscope around her neck, and slowly turns to face the most powerful werewolf in the world. 

She tucks her hands casually into the pockets of her white lab coat. A mocking smirk plays on her lips. 

"You were right, Naya," Mirabel says, slanting a look toward me. "He really is an asshole." 

Evander’s jaw tightens so hard a muscle jumps in his cheek. His eyes narrow into lethal slits, his wolf clawing at the surface. "Careful, pup. I might forget you're wearing a white coat and teach you some manners." 

"Careful, Your Majesty," Mirabel fires back, taking a deliberate step forward until she is standing right in his path, shielding Isadora’s chart from his view. She doesn't bow. She doesn't lower her gaze. "I am a chief pediatric surgeon with a medical license recognized by the state. You are a disruptive variable causing my patient's heart rate to spike. So unless you are either on the birth certificate or a guardian,  back the hell up and let me do my job." 

"Enough." I step in, putting myself between the two of them before Evander's temper tears the room apart. My chest rises and falls. "Please, Evander. Just go back to your world and leave us alone." 

He ignores me, his eyes locked onto Mirabel as if deciding whether to crush her skull or respect her spine. "Does the child know I exist?" he demands, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. 

"No," I whisper, my voice shaking. "And she won't. So please." 

"No," Evander snaps, cutting me off. "Since you won't tell me anything, I'm taking her out of here. She's going back to the pack" 

With a swift, ruthless motion, he pulls out his phone and starts stabbing at the screen. My eyes dart between him and the tubes hooked up to Isadora's arms. 

"Yes? Get the jet ready," Evander barks into the receiver, his dark eyes locked onto my face, watching me break. "I want it fueled and on the tarmac in thirty minutes. And make sure the pack's medical team is on board." 

"Please, stop!" I shout, lunging forward, but he doesn't even blink, continuing to hand down orders that will uproot my entire life. 

"Isadora is mine!" I scream, a guttural, desperate growl tearing from my throat. For the first time in five years, the suppressed Alpha blood in my veins surges, throwing off a faint, electric spark of my true scent. "She is mine alone, Evander! I will kill you before I let you lay a hand on her!" 

Evander doesn’t say a word. He just looks down at me, a dark, amused twist to his lips. He thinks I'm still the weak, broken girl who followed him around the Onyx Claw packhouse, begging for a scrap of his attention. 

"And you are both mine," he says flatly, tucking the phone back into his pocket. "I have a brief meeting with Alpha Kian down at the packhouse. Get her ready for transport. I will be back in ten minutes." 

"We are not going anywhere," I hiss through my teeth. 

"Oh, but you are, Amma," he whispers, leaning down until his lips almost brush my ear, his scent wrapping around me. " You can fight me all you want, Amma. You're still getting on that jet. So don't test me. Be a good girl and pack your things." 

He turns on his heel and strides out, the wooden door clicking shut behind him. 

The second he is gone, the adrenaline drains from my body. My legs turn to water, and my knees give out, sending me sliding down the wall. 

"What am I going to do?" I look up at Mirabel, tears finally spilling over my lashes, feeling defeated. "Mirabel, what do I do? He's going to take her." 

If I don’t get Isadora out before sunrise, Evander fucking Colwill will take my daughter and everything I have sacrificed to protect.